Royal Canals
08/24 2023
"The bows of mighty men are now broken"
The old king said, leaving his gloomy cell,
Starting his morning soft-spoken.
He was old and fragile, his keepers compel
Putting covers on him but he can't keep warm,
In his mind the fleeting wind was a storm.
The seagulls are seen high above the clouds,
And the roses and lilacs bloomed by the crowds
Watching Delilah dancing naked on a clamshell
By the royal canal.
"Do not let him go down this grave in peace nor dreaming"
"Get up from bed ya traitor" another said, scheming.
The master answered "Come out, Come out!
You bloodthirsty bird, you rogue! The horror!"
But as sudden as the incendiary tempest came
They took their king's crown from his name,
And so the weight from stones and gold was lifted
All of his father's house were now but dead men gifted
To the new king, the seer.
Now the distressed spirit came upon the sons,
One with a spear in hand, the other playing with guns.
Another with music in his hands as if it was fleeting.
The news left to them by the bird, then retreating.
The sun was a rising on that fine spring evening,
The clock on their wall went backwards past leaving
To the time where their father could dwell
Upon his lands on the back of a horse while it fell:
The ocean's waves without the bars of a prison cell;
Where he loved the valley of Delilah without a farewell.
And so the sons set out on this weekend of woe
To find the resting place that he told wouldn't rhyme.
No hope of redemption but perhaps satisfaction
From the words written on eternal stone.
They came upon the woods where honey was dripping,
Upon the garden where paradise could twinkle,
And finally upon the stiffened body of an old father.
And so they lay weeping along the royal canal.
But then a heavy drought insisted
They keep the edge of the sword away.